So. It’s Saturday night. I’m just home from dinner with a friend and now have a hockey game on TV. I’m quite happy to have a quiet night home alone… when, oh! Wait! What is this that I see on my phone? Hmmm… it would seem that a gentleman caller from OK Cupid has a question for me!
Okay. Let’s see what he wants to know…
(my mouth has just fallen to the floor… please give me a minute while I pick it back up)
Okay. It would seem as if this fella is interested and eager for me to defecate on him.
Ya, ya know… when I mentioned in my profile that I’m up for something fun to do on a Saturday night… that, that oddly doesn’t fall into ANY category of interest for me!!!!!!!!!!!! Jeeeeeebsus. I’d consider myself to be a gal who’s up for a good time, but that… that… I’m pretty proud of the fact that I’ve never done a number one or two in any place other than my toilet! That’s just, that’s just like a good bar to set for oneself I’d think.
I’ve farted in front of a boyfriend before… But, that’s sort of where I’d like to leave things be. I’m good there. Leaving it there.